Chapter Thirty-One
Charlotte
T he door closes behind me and then I feel Jacob’s hand on my shoulders rubbing my traps.
“You feel a little tense, sweetheart. Relax.” He removes his hands and heads over to the mini bar, making us some drinks. I pretend not to notice the way he’s using his body to block what he’s doing, which is surely dropping some GHB in my drink.
I sit on the bed and remove my heels as he comes over and hands me a glass.
“Thank you.” I set it down on the bedside table next to a pad of paper and pen with the hotel logo on it.
Jacob takes a long swig of his whiskey and stares at me. “God, you're so beautiful.” And then he descends upon me. Kissing and nipping at my neck. Ugh, I want to pummel him.
“Woah there, slow down.”
“I've been waiting long enough. You’ve been driving me nuts since the bar. Let’s see that wild side of yours.”
“You’re hurting me,” I exaggerate.
“You mean to tell me a girl like you doesn't like it rough? You're not fooling me.” He pulls back with a smile before he continues trying to undress me.
“Fine, let me on top though.”
“You got it, babe.”
I straddle him and begin to unbutton his shirt, staring at him seductively. He licks his lips and then I lean in, beginning to kiss along his neck. As I do so, I reach over to the bedside table and grab the pen. As soon as I sit up, I drive the pen into his eye. When he screams, I cover his mouth and stab him through the soft fleshy part at the bottom of his throat over and over until he’s choking and gurgling on blood and can no longer scream.
He bucks and thrashes and manages to throw me off him but it’s too late. He collapses to the floor and tries to crawl away, and I smile as I watch him.
Suddenly, the door swings open and in strides a very furious Reaper.
Shit.
He pauses as he eyes a bloody and dying Jacob. I give him a nervous smile.
“Hi,” I say.
“Are you hurt?” His tone is unusual.
“No. I’m fine. How did you get in here?”
“You think an electronic hotel door lock is my kryptonite?” He shakes his head. “So he didn’t force you here?”
“No. I just… I kinda improvised. He invited me here and I thought it was a perfect opportunity.”
“That was not the plan, Charlotte. ”
“I know, I just. I don't know—”
“You were impulsive.”
“Well—”
“Did you not take into consideration the cameras in this hotel? The people who might have seen you enter with him? Or that you had no idea what waited for you in this room. There could have been more men. This is not how we do things. I thought something happened to you.”
“I know, I’m sorry. But I’m okay.”
Reaper just shakes his head again. “Leave. Now. Take a right and walk two blocks till you get to the bakery at the corner. I’ll pick you up there. I need some time to remove any traces of us on camera.”
The car ride is filled with an awkward silence all the way until we arrive home. Once inside, Reaper starts to walk away but I stop him.
“Reaper. Look, I—”
“Don’t. Just don’t, Charlotte.”
“I know I fucked up. I didn't listen. I was stupid.”
“Beyond stupid.”
“I wasn’t thinking. I was reckless.”
“So damn reckless.” He slams his fist down on the kitchen counter, making me jump. I've never seen him angry like this. He’s always so controlled and focused.
“Why are you so mad?”
He snaps his head to me. Fiery eyes snap me in place. He quickly closes the distance between us.
“Why am I mad? Why am I mad, Charlotte? For fuck’s sake! I’m mad because I’m fucking in love with you and I thought I was going to find you broken and dead!”
We stare at each other. My eyes search his for a possible hint that he’s joking. That he doesn’t mean what he just said. But all I see is the pain and fear in his forest green eyes.
“Reaper… I—”
“Enough talking, Charlotte.”
He grabs my neck, pulling me against him as he smashes our lips together in a fierce claim. He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his taut body as he groans into me, and I already feel like I'm melting against his heated body.
We’re both so eager we don't make it to the bedroom. Reaper takes us to the living room and places me on the rug. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the intricate grooves and swells of his defined body along with the bleeding black roses inking his skin. He hikes my dress up, slips off my thong and plants his face between my legs. My back instantly arches at the feel of his tongue spearing me.
“Don't ever do that to me again,” he murmurs against my pussy.
“I’m sorry. I won’t,” I pant.
Reaper undoes his pants, pulling out his stiff cock and wastes no time lining up at my entrance and pushing inside me. He grips my hips as he plows into me.
“Oh god,” I cry out.
“Don’t call out for a god who’s not here. It’s my hands that are touching you. It’s my cock that's buried inside you, making you gasp and squirm beneath me. Cry out for me , Charlotte. No one else. Understand?”
“Yes,” I murmur.
Then he leans down to my ear and whispers, “And use my name. My real name. Logan.”
My heart lurches. He pulls back, and our eyes meet. Staring into this beast of a man’s eyes while he fills me with his thick cock and finally tells me his real name does something to me. It’s indescribable. I come apart. Tears nearly fall from my eyes, but I hold them back.
And he takes me. Not just my pussy, but by heart. My whole being.
I belong to him.
And I sure cry out his name several times as he fucks me into oblivion.